Alright, lookI seen these guys backstage, I'm gonna say it right nowThere isn't a group in the rap game today, that lyric for lyricCan out-rap these next dudes. I know it for a mother-fucking factI know it cause I'm from the west coast and I was there when Crooked IFirst came on the scene, when Joell Ortiz first came on the sceneWhen Joe Budden first came on the scene, and one of the illest lyricistIn the game, when Royce Da 5'9 first came on the scene!Welcome to: Our House, give it up for Slaughterhouse!

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to youYou ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through youI got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radioSounds like I got an AK dumping straight to the radioIf you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooterSoon as I pull my gun I know that someone's gonna die, die, die, dieSomeone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei dieTonight

Nigga, this that shooter musicI'm about that life so much I might go touch my rifles buttAnd my dick just might go upNigga, that nostril on that rifle'll knock the snot right out youTry me and I try out yaThe drum on the gun is Beta like Phi AlphaBut there ain't no frat niggas in the hood be calling me TackleberryAnd if he's iron, he will have him a easier time tryingTo put on some pads and go in and try to tackle BarryThen he go against this got damn G4 buying, Detroit lionI'm about that life so much I might go golfTrying to get me a hole-in-one to remind me of life when I go offHomocidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it's darkDahmer signing his name on a dotted line with a bloody body partI don't give a fuck if they wilding, I got a clip full of fucking Ray AllensSelling that Sarah Palin, in broad day, a Letterman FallonWhen I shoot this iron, all you hear is hooping and hollin' like(Bombs away) Bootsy Collins

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to youYou ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through youI got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radioSounds like I got an AK dumping straight to the radioIf you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooterSoon as I pull my gun I know that someone's gonna die, die, die, dieSomeone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei dieTonight

They shot my nigga three times, as his abdominal bledThey robbed him for phenomenal bread, that domino ledTo other dominos fallin' in his clique, off with their heads, sickSaw him in that hospital bed, leaned away from the doctor and saidThey'll all be dead soon, and I'm talking before that nurse can change the IVI'ma put em in the dirt, leave em leaking raspberry flavored ice teaMy G, kill him and take his IDI'm a renegade like E-M-I-N-E-M and Ja-Y-ZBitch it's karate, it's Mr. Miyagi mixed with Issey MiyakeSmell that chopper kicking when it's lifting ya bodyQuick as Bugattis, then I'm hitting the OmniWith a chicken licking my dick in the lobby; this New Edition, I'm BobbyFast lanerI'm speaking the truth, put 3 in the coupeI'ma wet your head like a leak in the roofThen I'm leaving the booth for gas chamberMy granny calling me a rap singerBut she don't know I use my strap finger

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to youYou ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through youI got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radioSounds like I got an AK dumping straight to the radioIf you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooterSoon as I pull my gun I know that someone's gonna die, die, die, dieSomeone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei dieTonight

Look, this a whole nother "Ether"Hop out, black mask, low CaesarTell the goonies keep it low with the reeferNew bodies on old heatersWe ain't rapped too tightStarving, they thought Jeffrey Dahmer had appetiteI'm detail, not derailDon't lay your head if you shit by itGot skeletons, but my shit privateI paved the way, y'all misguidedSo try it, I'mma send a threatTie her up don't end her yetBullet go through your wife's eye now we know you ain't on the internetIn my head I see amateurs, can't retain a memoryAll I'm left with is imagesWith that I'm putting emphasisAnd in parenthesesPut he's hated by large percentagesAnd all my nemesis won't even let 'em on the premisesOne shot, change him for life, he'll be belligerentEven his text messages are gonna read like he's whisperingBulletproofed the hoodie for Trayvon MartinThen go to war with the cops, even they aren't pardoned

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to youYou ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through youI got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radioSounds like I got an AK dumping straight to the radioIf you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooterSoon as I pull my gun I know that someone's gonna die, die, die, dieSomeone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei dieTonight